Moy Mell, 14: Caged

"Moy Mell, 14: Caged"

orig. 12/00/2017

Zoro, Elly, Sanji, Chris Redfield, Shiro, Aizawa Shota, Knuckles - PG-13

Original Concept, mixed fandoms

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Only Chris knew what had happened to Zoro the night of the spa incident. He'd gotten a text from the head of security, asking him to come help "with something". The message was curt, and didn't elaborate on what the "something" might be. Upon arriving at the complex's common area where he'd been told to meet, he spotted Zoro looking an absolute mess. His hair was ruffled and he was wearing a white shirt instead of the coat he normally wore. It was stained in sweat, evidence that he had been working out nonstop and hadn't even bothered to shower before coming here. He held up a hand when the other man would have spoken, silencing Chris before he even opened his mouth.

"Have to go back to the gym," he explained curtly. "Need someone else to take over. Will you?"

"Well, yes, but what -"

"Kitchen," he grunted shortly, and now Chris saw that his bluntness was a mask for other emotions he was trying to hide. His single eye was red, with a smudge of dark underneath that gave him an unhealthy appearance. He turned and walked as fast as he could out the doors, leaving Chris stunned at how shaken he appeared. When he arrived at the kitchen in the mansion he didn't know what had gotten the swordsman so upset, but as the night wore on his eyes were opened more and more. He kept silent and did his job, only interfering when he heard the terrible roar from inside the beach house. Once Elly had left, he'd turned to the blond man and warned him to be careful. The cook's mood was morose as he replied that he was trying.

"I messed up, I think," he admitted sheepishly. "Maybe too far, too fast. She's ... she's not like other women."

"She's not a woman." Chris reminded him gently. "Look, I know that you're in love and everything, but don't forget she has different rules than the rest of us. Like the tail thing."

"Yeah, she goes all to pieces. I didn't even touch it. I swear."

Chris sighed. "I have to follow. Just leave her alone for awhile, all right?"

They'd agreed, and everything went smoothly after that. Of course, he said nothing about it to Zoro the next day at the briefing. The others were all chatting and drinking coffee, not thinking much of his appearance as everyone was worried and many weren't looking their best. Their leader made sure to show his gratitude before addressing his team.

"Thanks," he said, coming up to clap him on the shoulder.

"Not a problem." Chris replied in as inoffensive a tone as possible.

The green-haired man sighed and ran a hand across his haggard features. "Jackson, you said you had something for us."

"I found out who the stalker is!"

He slammed his hands on the table, his eye lighting up. "Good work! Who?"

The nerdy young man slipped his phone out of his pocket and typed something in. "Here - it'll show up on the screen in the corner." He pointed, and they all blinked at the blown up photo of a young woman in a waitressing outfit from All Blue. 

"That's, uh, not someone I would think of," someone said quietly. 

"They aren't all gonna be creepy old weirdos," Knuckles grunted.

"Well put," Chris murmured. 

"It makes sense," Zoro added. "The last death threat, it mentioned the idiot cook and how their ... relationship was crap." No one seemed to notice the slight pause as he choked that word out, but Chris raised an eyebrow. 

"I sent the work to the local police chapter, but they said we get to detain her as she won't suspect anything if some of us go to the restaurant. Preferably with Sanji as well, since it would look weird otherwise. 'Cause it's his restaurant. You know."

Zoro nodded. "Her shift starts in...?"

"A few hours. She's breakfast run this morning."

"All right. Chris, Shiro, you're with me. We're going to talk to that moron so he knows what's going on first."  

When they got to the mansion, they found Sanji sitting in the living room looking for all the world like a little kid put in "time out". He was pale except for a hard blush across his cheeks that wouldn't seem to go away and there were wads of bloody tissue stuffed up his nose.

"What the hell, cook?" Zoro raised an eyebrow at his comical appearance.

"Angel has a friend over," he shrugged uncomfortably as if that explained everything.

Shiro also raised his eyebrows. "And she drained you of all your blood? Vampire?"

"Succubus," Chris surmised.

Sanji nodded grimly. "It hasn't been the best morning."

"Moron," Zoro snarled. When the other would have argued back, though, he held up a hand. "Shut up. Something important is going to happen, and you have to be a part of it."

The cook did not take the news well. When Zoro explained they'd caught the culprit he was happy, but upon hearing who it was his face fell. 

"It was my fault." He grasped the knot of his tie and cinched it tighter around his neck, perhaps unconsciously. Shiro scratched the back of his neck, staring off into the distance and mock-whistling. Chris elbowed him. 

"No time for that." Zoro shrugged. "You have to come with us when we detain her."

"She's - uh, you're not going to do it, are you? Personally?"

"No." Chris stepped up. "Shiro and I have the details of the job. We'll bring her into the center for the cops to pick up."

"I'm gonna have to talk to Aizawa." Zoro strode confidently to the kitchen door. 

Sanji squeaked comically. "W - wait! You ass! That other girl's still in there and she's - !"

Inside, Elly was sighing dismally to her friend. "I almost attacked him. And he didn't even touch it, you know - just got kind of close." She waved her tail around behind her as she spoke.

"You know I'm not gonna say much about relationships." The succubus was dressed as her kind normally were with a lot of heart cutouts and patterns on what little fabric the outfit contained. Her wings fluttered as she pondered what the other demoness said, tracing circles around her coffee cup. When Elly had called to ask to chat, she'd thought it would be because things were getting better. But now she wasn't sure what to say to comfort her friend. 

 "Yeah. But I am attracted to him, Bella!"

"Uh huh." She raised her cup and drank, peering at her over the rim. "The one that came in here and fainted when he saw me?"

"Um. Yeah." Her ears drooped a bit. She knew what a man's reaction to a succubus would be, knew they had very little control, but it still made her unhappy that he'd responded as much as he had. Bella said nothing again. She knew her power disturbed others sometimes, even her best friend. 

Oddly, though, the guard in the corner hadn't seemed affected. They didn't notice him because he was standing so silently and off to the side, but Shota Aizawa kept his gaze firmly on his surroundings and Elly. He tensed all over when the door opened, but nodded when he saw his boss.

"Hey." Zoro strode over, grunting at Elly. Bella raised her eyebrows. As she watched incredulously, the green-haired man walked over to the older, darker haired one and talked quietly for a time. Neither one had the reaction that Sanji had from looking at her. 

"I think we're missing something serious." Aizawa shook his head. "I know I've only been here a month, but this seems too easy. May we talk more about it?"

Zoro frowned. "Too easy? All right - Shiro, get in here!"

"Uh, what's up?" He stared right at the succubus and didn't blink. "Hi, Bella."

"Hey, kiddo." This one didn't surprise her at all; there were some men that simply didn't prefer succubi. She could smell it on them. 

"What do you need me for?" 

"Stay here. Aizawa wants to discuss something with me."

Just Because

oct 30 07




"Yikes!" It was unlike her to scream so loud but her tail had been unceremoniously grabbed. Elly whisked around, eyes narrow. "What're you doing?!"

"Get over here."

"What?!" Even louder. She snorted and pointed at the big man she faced. He was a good five inches taller than she was and bulked large in front of her. Zoro rolled his shoulders back. Elly's, in contrast, fell when he did this. Damned idiot. He was getting even more arrogant with her now. It didn't help that when he so much as looked at her she melted like some hormone-struck teenager. The swordsman had just rolled out of bed from where he had been napping moments before. His face still looked sleepy and she squashed her emotions down into a little bundle for later. He looked so cute. "Gah!"

"Said c'mere." He simply stood, naked to the waist with no haramaki, arms open and waiting. Elly was about to protest when she found she'd already walked right into his embrace. Zoro's chin settled comfortably on top of her hair. "Good," he grunted. His hand slid up the base of her tail and roughly squeezed.

Shit!

Elly's knees wobbled. "I can't stand up when you do that," she gasped weakly.

"I know." His palm stroked, running up the length of the striped fur and coming to the doubled, white-tipped end. His other arm was wrapped tightly around her, hand resting gently on her back. "Turn around."

"Oh Zoro, please don't..."

"What?"

"You know what being behind me does, fool! I'm a nekomata, remember? A 'stupid cat'?"

"I remember." He flipped her even though she was bracing herself to stop him. As he did he grasped her waist from behind and pulled, falling back on the bed. She landed softly on his lap with his hands warm against her.

"Damn tail," she heard him mutter.

"Exactly."

"Ha!" It had flicked across his face and he spluttered. But one hand slid under her rear and he pushed her to the floor. "Down."

"Zoro!"

"Damn it!" He snapped roughly. "I'm not kidding, cat! You wanted this, didn't you? Just get down!"

Wanted...? Her ears flicked up. Yes, she remembered. She'd been chatting with some of the girls when she thought he hadn't been around. About what it was like having sex as a cat. She had explained that she didn't know exactly and never would. But there were some things she knew that felines did and liked. They had been curious and she had told them everything she could.

For instance, the tail was a sensitive and proud spot. It was considered highly insulting to grab at or touch it - unless you were coupled with someone. When your partner stroked it, squeezing the bottom near the rear it was enough to bring tears to your eyes. When a female's tail went up it was an invitation to sex.

"All right," he murmured. Zoro was sitting comfortably on the low bed pulling her towards him. He brushed her tail aside with one hand as it waved around in front of his face and concentrated on helping her strip. As she pulled her shirt off and felt him unzipping her shorts she gulped. He was now standing over her, looming, lurking, his warmth and scent almost overpowering her. She felt his chest on hers and then Zoro was nipping at her neck, growling low under his breath.

Cats didn't kiss, really - they couldn't. She'd grinned when the girls had been shocked but reminded them they had fangs. It was a bit difficult to kiss with muzzles and sharp teeth in the way. Licking was affectionate, biting was sexual. A male with the act of love on his mind would often bite the sensitive neck of the female, brushing his fangs across the tender area in a show of possessiveness. The pheromones they secreted in their cheeks were used too...

"Mine," the big man husked. He was rubbing his cheek against hers from behind, making a sound that could only be described as a rumbling purr. Her purple side locks got in the way and he tucked them back like she usually did. Her ears laid completely back submissively, instinctively. Elly's fingernails dug into the wooden planks. Zoro marked her though he didn't have the glands she did. He accepted her scenting, too, even though it must have been odd for him to feel the slight dampness. She knew he probably couldn't smell it but it was her essence - a set of initials that any animal would smell and know they were together.

Cats made love differently than humans did - unless the humans were experimenting. The female in front and the male behind, always. This was their nature. The sex was usually rough and it was generally believed the more wild the male was the more he loved the female he was with. She trembled. Zoro was the strongest human male she had come into contact with. She didn't know if she could stand it.

"You sure you want to...?" She felt his breath on her neck and heard the soft thump of fabric behind. He'd kicked his pants off or something. Yes, pants. She could smell his arousal now, stronger that his penis was exposed to the air. The musky scent caused her to toss her head up, sniffing quickly. Zoro's voice was the lowest she'd ever heard it and when he spoke it was directly into her twitching ear.

"Ch', cat, quiet." Stern, so stern. She shuddered again. Demanding. It aroused certain feelings in her she wasn't able to suppress. "I'm your mate and I want to mount you. Do as I say." Her jaw dropped and all the blood rushed into her face. She froze, which was exactly what he wanted her to do. He dropped to his knees behind her, his face as bright red as hers. It helped that she was already in front of him. Zoro wanted to do this for her but he still had a problem with talking out loud during sex. His arms bunched as he gripped her sides, angling towards her. This was awkward and she couldn't help since she was stunned into immobility. He had to do it all himself. Muscles rippled as he twisted around. He finally gave up and used his hands to guide his member inside her body. When he entered her it was perfect - she fit him like one of his sheathes fit his katana. Except she was hot, so much hotter. Zoro groaned deeply. His head rolled backwards, eyes closed, and he listened to the grating sound of her claws curling up splinters of wood.

Yes.

He remembered what he had to do and tensed himself, trying to bring as much of his strength to bear that wouldn't harm her. But he stopped right before thrusting forward to stare at her. Her head was down, her ears loose and flopping to either side. She couldn't even hold them back anymore. She was without clothes, her pale skin seeming to glow in the pale light of the aquarium surrounding the room. The purple fur of her tail felt like silk under his palms as he palmed it one last time.

"Be ready," he husked. He thrust forward eagerly, bringing his hips and lower belly into contact with the softness. He could never admit it openly, but the light tickling of her tail against his chest was something he dreamed of at night. Zoro panted hoarsely.

He had to do this right.

He had to do it hard.

He fell over her body like an avalanche of lust and desire. If she didn't feel mauled she wasn't going to feel loved. Wasn't that the point? Sweat flew from his tanned body as he rose and fell in the steady rhythm of his lovemaking. His hands were braced on the bed now and he was leaning completely over her, covering all of her body with his and panting on her neck. Body fluid dripped; moist sounds accompanied his smacking thrusts. Elly had begun to utter soft little mewling sounds with every jerk forward he gave. His skin slid deliciously along his engorged member and Zoro snapped out of the haze he was in when he heard a man's voice crying out. His lips were parted, his throat dry. A man's voice - had to be his. What had he been shouting? Had he been saying something? All was a blur. He just needed more. More of his cat.

She was quiet because she had begun listening to the muscular man behind her. Maybe he didn't know he was talking, she thought, gasping when he began speaking things she had never heard him say before. Strange things... un-Zoro-like things. His gruff voice told her intimate things about his body she didn't know. He moaned how perfect it felt inside her, all tight and wet and warm. She shook her head, amazed. More of her. That's what he wanted.

"Ah, kitten, all the way inside of you." Zoro licked his lips and moved faster, rocking into her body. His fists were clenched, eyes squeezed shut. His breathing was ragged and when he did open his eyes he saw spots dancing in front of them. He shut them quickly and kissed her neck. "More," he grated. "You want more of me? All of it?"

"Yes," was the weak reply that drifted up to his ears.

"You sure?" He panted, slowing slightly. "I didn't use any protection, kit." He caught her ear tip in his mouth and bit gently, teasingly.

"Oh my god..." She should have realized that. He felt more slick, the sex smoother. And he was pulling out a lot farther than he normally would when he reared backwards. She clawed frantically at the sheets below her. Mating. They were really mating. He would actually come inside of her, spill his essence and leave her satisfied in a whole new way.

"Ah!" A wild thrill ran down his belly. Oh, she was squirming under him, his love, calling his name and crying out, no - she was screaming. Screaming his name in rapture every time he thrust back in. He was stroking her to orgasm and he felt his building as her body tightened around him. His abdomen contracted and he let out a great breath of air. "I'm naked inside you," he goaded further, growling. Little bangs of green hair fell over his forehead and sweat trickled down his neck, his back, his buttocks.

"Yes, Zoro!"

"Gonna come inside you." Amazingly, he was slowing down. His movements had become concentrated, thrusting upwards and deeper. He buried himself in blissful sexual heat.

"Oh Zoro, yes."

"You want it all? Hot, warm... me?" Her answer was a long, quavering whine. "Shh," he whispered soothingly. "S'okay." He paused.

"Zoro, I..."

"Mnn, wait," he gasped. He convulsed behind her, thighs flexing. "Nnnn, nngh - rrgh!" Oh, to hear him losing control so clearly! Her body shook with the force of her release. And while she shivered through her orgasm he was starting his. Zoro made the sexiest sounds when he came, almost like he was fighting. As she wound down she listened in a dreamy state of utter contentment. She loved it when he finished inside her.

For his part, her body clamped down on his and urged him to finish. Zoro grit his teeth together and dropped a hand to the base of his penis, circling it with a fist. He held himself still while he came. It felt like boiling fire, a relief as much as release when it shot out of him and inside her body. The big man's face was flushed and his eyes hooded as he gently squeezed and encouraged his body to expel every last bit he could possibly give her.

"Zoro?"

"Milking myself," and he did manage to urge a few trickles more. Then he choked and winced sharply. Shit! Too much. Damn it, that hurt. He hoped it was enough to make her remember this for a long time. When he pulled away from her she stayed in the position she'd been in for a long moment. Her tail was drooping off to the side where he had shoved it out of his way but it slowly began to lash her flanks.

"Why?" She gasped, turning her head to the side to look back at him. But he just shrugged.

"Because," was all he said.

Retribution

*after "Take it like a Man"

She remembered his voice, the dark growl of last night when she had toyed with him in a way that he ended up liking. But he couldn't let what she had done to him go without a little payback...

She was thinking he'd wait until night time to fulfill his promise but he was everywhere. From the moment she woke up by his side, curled in a protective little cuddle he was with her. In the shower, caressing her from behind when she closed her eyes to rinse the shampoo from her hair. When she made breakfast, kissing her neck and lingering around when it was time to clean up so he could snap her rear with the towel he was holding. He even held her on his lap when she made the list of supplies they needed for the week.

It was, shall we say, more than a little distracting. Especially as the big man strolled around sans shirt all day and as an added touch he was freshly shaved with cologne splashed on his neck. It was shocking, to say the least. He had only used the "man's perfume" (as he disdainfully called it) once before, on Valentine's Day. 

The stars were starting to peek out from the sky and the cry of small seabirds resounded in the otherwise still night air. It was finally after dinner and she was making coffee in their small kitchen. Elly heard the caws of the gulls and paused to smile. They were close to land, she mused. She wondered if the next town they stopped at might have a decent butcher shop so they could get some fresh meat...

Elly shivered.

"Stop it," she grumbled. "You've been teasing me all day." The swordsman had slipped behind her without a sound. His hands reached around her and started petting her breast. "Damn it, Zoro..." His hand toyed with a sensitive nipple, pinching lightly and making it perk through her tank top.

"What?" He didn't stop but crowded closer behind, nuzzling her neck. She swallowed and tried to step away but he followed as though they were one. His body was warm and his touch barely there on her neck. He flicked his tongue out and she bit her lip. The position was excruciating for her. He kissed her again and bumped her rear with his groin in a not-too-subtle way. She hissed, her arousal suddenly streaking up to her belly where butterflies spasmed and fluttered. That's the way certain animals made love, and what other species did she spend most of her time in?

"Stupid cat," he murmured in her ear.

"Is this my punishment for last night?" She asked. "Tormenting me like this?"

"This isn't punishment." His earrings jingled musically. He was so close to her that she could hear the long gold clips tinkling together quite clearly. Roronoa Zoro shifted his swords in the loop on his haramaki as he moved against her.

"Really?" she sniffed in a voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Really," he responded with a chuckle. "Getting even, yes. Punishment...no."

"Ha!" She had, however, started to shake. She hadn't been able to relieve herself from last night's pleasurable strain and the tension within her was unbelievable. The butterflies were birds now, flapping around and causing her to clench the counter. Her blood was on fire. She couldn't move but every muscle seemed to want to strain and break free. Zoro's big hand kept stroking her chest as he kissed her neck and side of her cheek. He also kept talking, something strange for the usually quiet swordsman.

"Told you what I'd do." The big man literally purred and then pointed at the coffee pot. "Save that for later." He withdrew his hand and placed it on hers.

"Later?"

"You'll want something warm to soothe your throat." He kissed the spot in question, a serious kind of kiss that stayed in place just long enough to feel like it was burning into her skin. She shuddered.

"What're you going to do?"

He snorted.

"If I told you, wouldn't be a surprise." He scooped her legs up and swung her into his arms. "Maybe ... just want to make love." Elly's glorious purple eyes grew bright and shiny. He'd never said that before. She clung to his massive neck, trying to bite back the tears that wanted to slip out. She buried her head, struggling with the emotion that flooded through her. Since she'd hidden her face she didn't see his grin of triumph as he walked purposely forward. He strode through the Cutter's narrow corridors and into their bedroom, being careful as always to not whack his head on the low rafters. Zoro sat down on their bed, swinging her around into his lap. His arms slipped low around her waist.

"That was sneaky," she whispered into his chest.

"Oi, lift your head, kitten," he said just as quietly. "Pirates cheat. Thought you knew that."

"Bah," she mumbled. "You don't cheat."

"Trick, then." He grinned. He stroked her back through the cotton top she wore, pressing her more firmly into his bare chest. He knew she loved his stomach - especially the scar -- and it would arouse her if she was encouraged to touch and smell his bare skin. It had been tricky, he amended to himself as she sighed and began the inevitable kisses along the twisted flesh that had split apart twice before healing. He was an abrupt sort of man. If he wanted her, he would usually just grasp her about the waist and kiss her. She got the point immediately most of the time. Zoro had two sorts of kisses; one was all business and the other type more gentle. That isn't to say he didn't vary them but when he wanted her body it was more than obvious without a single spoken word.

This new tactic amazed him. It was fun! He understood a little more behind ero-cook's flirting now, though he would never tell the blond man this. The reactions one got, if you got them, were highly satisfying. Elly had become more pliant against his touch all day until now when she was yielding so completely to his most subtle advances. It was like stalking your prey before attacking them. If he had thought about it in those terms he'd have tried it sooner, he mused with an inner chuckle. He laid back against the wall, still seated on their tiny bed, and closed his eyes. That scar, a constant reminder of his loss to Mihawk those many years ago was not only a reminding badge of honor but a part of him that she loved. Sometimes he wasn't sure which was more important and that both shocked and disturbed him.

He wasn't losing his original goal but gaining a person that shared it with him, he thought in a burst of insight unusual for him. Zoro blinked.

"Oi," he said, bending to speak into her hair. He loved her hair. It wasn't long but it smelled good, for one thing; a light scent of lavender. He couldn't see or smell that kind of flower without thinking of her now. He pressed his lips against her scalp, murmuring softly. "Look up for a minute." She lifted her eyes in the middle of a kiss.

"What?"

"You forget?" He caught the back of her head in one hand and tilted it back. Her dark eyes widened.

"Zoro, wait, I just remembered something."

"Eh?" His face was inches from hers.

"Um...I forget?" Her smile was infectious. He grinned back and crushed his mouth to hers, cutting off anything else she might have added. Elly was already shaking under his advances, her body tense as she wondered what he was going to do. For now he seemed to be content with holding her on his lap, facing him, kissing her as hard as he could. Zoro pulled back slightly, licking her swollen lips for a moment before attacking them again. A gasp whistled out of her when his tongue thrust again and again, warring with her own and exploring her entire mouth. When she tried to lean back his grip tightened. The big man sighed and locked the muscles in those thick arms. His eyebrow raised sardonically when she panicked; of course he wouldn't hurt her. Elly felt abashed when she finally gathered enough courage to look into his dark eyes. The little green bangs that fell across his forehead trembled as he shook his head.

"Stay still," he rumbled gruffly, squeezing her once. His hold was secure, his arms encircling her waist and pinning her own to her sides. His hands rested lightly on her back and were digging in a little. She swallowed but the blockage in her throat didn't clear. His eyes! The raw sexual promise was so intense to be almost a threat. And she had right to worry, seeing as he was "paying her back" for her little prostate experiment the other night. She blinked hard, trying to clear her mind but he darted forward and nipped her neck. He moved with lightning speed, whisking around at the same moment that she was distracted and grasping her wrists in his hands. His teeth caught her skin and bruised it as much as he had done with her mouth; he sucked and licked and bit ravenously. Elly's stomach muscles tightened and she cried out softly as the swordsman drew blood. A faint speckle, a gathering that seeped only lightly to the surface of her skin but he was lapping hungrily all the same.

"Damn..." I bet that's a killer hickey, she thought, dazed. The sting was being methodically washed away by Zoro's hot tongue. He kissed the mark he'd made, then paused to breathe heavily against her.

"Cat." He spoke her name quietly.

"Zoro?"

"If I do anything that hurts you, tell me to stop." He stared directly into her eyes. "Say stop." He licked his lips, gazing hotly at the dark red bruise still forming on her pale neck.

"All right."

"You'd better," he husked. "Or I won't." He stressed this by lifting her wrist and pulling it up to his face. He kissed the palm then licked it, slowly dragging his tongue along the soft skin. He was still staring at her, more deliberately than ever. Elly tossed her head nervously when a long lock of purple hair fell across her lips. Her heart felt like it was going to beat right out of her skin, her body too-warm and responsive to his every touch. Zoro's eyes widened almost imperceptibly and she caught her breath right before he moved. His knees bucked her up in the air, hands leaving her wrists to catch her waist and slam her down onto the bed with more force than he'd ever used. He was fast - so fast, and she moaned as he fell on top of her and began kissing her again. His legs pinned her lower half and she tried to move her arms but there was nowhere to hide. He hissed and snatched them up easily. Now she was completely restrained.

All the while he was kissing her, gentle brushes of lips and mouthing that belied his grasp on her body. He felt so perfect against her, pushing her down, his muscles bunching powerfully. She wanted more with every growl of possession he uttered. And that was what it was, she thought when he breathed her name in her ear. Roronoa Zoro was possessing her utterly, causing her to submit to him. It might seem the perfect "punishment" to him, a man that hated weakness. This would be submissive sex, utterly open to what he wanted. He had even stained her pale skin with a love bite so fierce she knew it would be weeks before it started to disappear. Elly began to whimper.

"Going to scream for me, kitten," he panted. As if she needed a reminder! His teeth caught a mouthful of cotton and pulled. She cried out in alarm but he yanked hard, tearing the cloth away and exposing her chest.

"Oh my god!"

Ha. That had gotten her attention. Zoro snapped his teeth together and tossed the dry mouthful away. He wanted to see her shocked, hear her make noises she hardly made and eventually, yes, scream for him. He could wait on the scream but he wanted to wipe the thoughtful look off her face. Her tank top was now open on either end, breasts heaving in his face. He swore he could almost hear her heart beating. Oh, how he liked this. His tongue snaked out again and curled against sweaty skin, licking and teasing. She asked him something and he snorted. Stupid cat. She did taste good and he proceeded to tell her not in words, but by licking every inch of her exposed skin he could reach within the radius of her chest. He muttered impatiently when he reached the silk of her bra.

"Promise me." He kissed the hollow between and looked up at her from his odd angle, cheek resting on her left breast. He looked oddly endearing this way and she felt a rush of love in her heart for him.

"What, Zoro?"

"Stay still while I take this off." He blinked languidly. "Or I'll rip this, too."

"Don't you dare," she grumbled. "You know those are expensive. I'll be good."

"You'd better." He released her to unsnap the front of her bra, pulling it forward and then up as she extended her arms over her head to help him. Her breasts bobbed once then fell, free. Zoro kissed one fleetingly. "This one's smaller," he muttered half to himself.

"What?"

"This one." He licked the sensitive nipple and she shivered. "It's smaller than the other one."

"No one has perfectly sized breasts." She shrugged as well as she could in her position. Zoro chuckled and she found herself nearly smothered with his body within the span of her next heartbeat. She didn't have time to make a sound, any sound - not even a gasp or a moan. He was fast and he had pinned her once more to the mattress. This time there was a significant change in her situation as he had thrust a hand down between them and yanked her bottoms off. The underwear was grabbed as well as the jeans, leaving her completely nude underneath the panting swordsman. He was still wearing pants though his chest was bare and the contrast was delightful; soft silky smooth below, big and rough above. Again he wasted not a moment's time but kissed her deeply on the mouth, taking from her in a greedy was she had never experienced from him before. When he let up for air she finally gasped.

"Quiet." He kissed her again and again until she gave up trying to be a part of the thrusting, nipping, licking madness. She relaxed, surrendering to the flow and ebb of the big man's muscles against her body and his tongue in her mouth. Then Zoro rumbled, his endless flow of kisses stilled at last. "Better," he told her happily. She didn't know how he had done it but some time during his dizzying display of affection he had shed the rest of his clothing. His pants and underwear were gone and it was very difficult for her remain quiet as a hotter than hot steely length pushed at her belly. She didn't know what to expect and it was actually a little frightening, being at the mercy of this man that could cut iron with his weapons and easily lift hundreds of pounds with a single arm. His eyes were deadly serious, calm and centered with some dreadful purpose.

Elly thought she knew what that purpose was but she didn't realize how he was going to go about doing it. His muscles locked tight, securing his grip on her above and below to make sure she couldn't squirm or fall. Zoro trembled all over with tension and took a deep breath.

"Oh!" The word was startled out of her as his body slammed into hers without any pretense at all. There was faint pain but the sudden stabbing caused a thrill of pleasure to burst in her lower belly. She gasped and was immediately attacked by more of those savage kisses while he thrust. The poor bed creaked alarmingly, the headboard shuddering in a steady beat as he loved her like he'd always wanted to, without restraint. She would have clutched at his back and tried to desperately cling to him with her legs if she'd been free but he held her tighter still. His face was a mask of concentration, his brow furrowed, eyes squeezed shut with sweat dripping down his cheeks. Or were they tears? She would have kissed them to find out but she couldn't move. The hard, rough strokes were bringing on a new kind of pleasure that she welcomed gladly; she threw her head back and groaned as he pounded on.

His breath rattled in his throat, his muscles tensing and releasing; the second greatest pleasure he indulged in. Combining them both was more than sex, it was an endless orgasm. He built, released, then built again even as his member thickened and swelled within her body, preparing for the end. Too fast, he thought. He had to stop it. Zoro snarled - not in anger but frustration -- and reached down as he pulled back. His hand curled around the base of his penis and he squeezed tightly. Elly jerked in his hold as he coughed loudly, grimacing with all his teeth bared. He sagged towards her and she sighed, started to relax.

"Not yet," he whispered. She looked sharply up and saw he was grinning wickedly, two hectic spots of color on his cheeks amidst the slick sheen of sweat from his exertions.

"But, but you..."

"Not... yet." His grin grew wider when she swallowed with an audible gulp.

"But!"

"Stopped myself." He winced and began to pant again.

"Doesn't it hurt?"

"Ha!" It was the only thing he said, a sharp exclamation of disdain for such feelings. Pain was nothing. What mattered was results. When she would have spoken again he kissed her, driving his tongue inside her mouth with such passion that she was pushed deeply into the pillows. Zoro growled deep in his throat and sucked on her tongue, dipping his hips below in a way that caused her to utter a muffled wheeze.

"More, more," she cried, shuddering against him as a delicious orgasm spread up from her belly. "Oh, Zoro, yes!"

"Better," he snickered. "But not good enough." He arched his back, shoulders moving powerfully. She heard a few things crackle when he did and he grimaced with different pleasure. After his stretch he seemed fresh as when he first began and she was tormented by his strength and agility for a few more breathless minutes. She didn't know what he was trying for - she'd already came once, wasn't that all that was possible? Breathing was next to impossible as he held Elly down and ravished her with all his might. Their bed popped with a deep sproinging sound and she yelped when the side caved in. The headboard was already showing signs of wear from being slammed into the wall repeatedly. Zoro ignored the cot's impending doom as he thrust and thrust. His face was strained with pleasure at the chance to love her fully and completely. Her next cry caught in her throat when she saw him cracking an eyelid down at her. Instead she twisted in his iron grip.

"Can I," she panted, "at least hold you?" He thought about this for a moment, bending to swipe her lips with his tongue.

"Safer this way," he grunted and held her wrists up in a different position, closer to each other. One big hand gripped both as he reached down to touch her. He had to rear back as he did so there would be room. The position would have left her amazed anew at his inhuman strength if she hadn't been so caught up in what he was doing. He gripped himself and angled so he could rub directly against her already spent clit. It was difficult to push up and in at the same time but he was soon working at as maddening a pace as before. His lover's body twitched and pulled at his flesh and he heard her crying out below him.

"It's too much, it's too much!" She squirmed and whimpered but he didn't relent. It was burning like fire, making her hips jerk to try and get away from him one moment and longing to ride him the next. Her hair caught in her mouth and she spat it out with the next lingering squeal. "Zoro, please! Too sensitive!"

"Say stop," he whispered ticklishly in her ear.

But she didn't.

The swordsman chuckled, kissing her sweaty neck and holding her down, knowing he couldn't stay his release for much longer even if he had learned a new trick or two. The thought made him give more of himself, thighs straining, pressing, pushing. A chip of wood cracked off the headboard and he smiled. He'd told her before that thing wasn't strong enough for him but he'd never tested it. His heart swelled within his chest and he shook his head, drops flying from his glistening neck. Zoro lowered his upper body so she could only see cropped green hair in front of her glazed eyes. She felt his stomach muscles tighten and he shuddered all over. Her body sparked, heat uncoiled in her loins for he was kissing her again, hard, panting and husking her name, the special one he called her when they were alone. The sensitive flame he relentlessly stoked had renewed into something strong, an impossibility. He let go of her wrists and she grabbed at him helplessly. Trying to hold him was like shoving at a huge animal mauling her with all its might. She finally managed to grab his shoulders and dug her nails in as he slid into her tired body deeper than he'd managed before.

Elly's scream was wild, unadulterated joy. She wept, she trembled above and below. She never knew. She'd thought it was some myth girls told to make others jealous. Her second orgasm spread through her and she scraped her nails across Zoro's back, causing him to snarl and snap at the air. His last thrust had been the one that ended everything. His tortured body snapped, held back for so long and unnaturally as he felt himself all the way inside her, snug and warm and tight. He'd paused a little too long to savor the thrill and before he knew it he was gasping hoarsely, all thought vanished from his mind. Everything went dark; the swordsman shut his eyes as tight as he could and in his throes of bliss he thought again how like death an orgasm must be. All was dark and he felt his seed, thick lines shooting out from him that were seemingly endless in that wonderful moment. Inside his love, who had come so loud for him. He growled, his strokes gentle now and waning as he slowly and purposefully milked every drop of semen he could into his fiancee. He had never felt such a crazy need to make certain, so certain, that she got it all. He dipped his head and kissed her on the mouth. Elly sniffled and kissed him back, her hands stroking his face.

"Told you," he said. He meant to make a light remark, pass things off like he usually did with a grumble, but this came out in a soft moan. Zoro's lip stuck out belligerently. Damn it, he thought, it wasn't enough that she made him want and need her so desperately. She made him weak even when he was proving his impossible strength. He rolled off her body and held her tightly against him while she trembled with fatigue. He'd been possessive and dominating tonight but he was coming to grips with the fact that they owned each other for some time now. She held him in as tight a grip not only with her mind and heart but something else. Something stronger. Such ideas were not natural for the big man and he only had the flashes of intuition when they were laying together after making love. He shrugged them off as a huge yawn caught him unawares. tomorrow they'd have to talk about a new bed, he thought sleepily before drifting off.

This one just hadn't been strong enough.

Take it like a Man

july 29 07

It was night time on the small boat they shared. A day of hard working outside had ended with a light dinner and a shower. Now they lay nude, side by side in the friendly darkness while the waves rocked their craft gently to and fro. The man yawned bone-crackingly and turned his head to stare at the woman laying beside him.

"Eh, stupid cat. You gonna sleep right away?" He raised his arms over his head and stretched, muscles rippling.

"What?" A soft mumble. "Zoro. I'm tired." Elly raised her head from the protective bundle of sheets she'd wrapped it in. "What's wrong?" He shrugged.

"You're over there." He thrust his lower lip out in a frown. Elly almost laughed, then saw he was serious - he wanted her to be closer to him and was grumpy about having to ask.

"Well, if you're that lonely," she murmured. "Here." She crawled between his legs, squirming around until she was laying on top of him. He grinned ferally.

"Much better!"

"Hmm." She snuggled against his big chest, absently kissing the scar like she always did. One of her hands trailed restlessly down his body. And then she had an idea. Her lavender eyes lit up with dark glee as she thought about it. Moving slowly, so as not to alarm him, she caressed further down.

"What?" He peered down at her. "You want me?" Her hand was indeed following the course he thought, low towards his sex. He'd started to twitch as soon as he mentioned it, one eye cracked open and one squinted nearly shut with a sleepy little tear peeking in the corner. She bypassed his soft flesh and slid under it, cupping his lightly haired balls and sliding further.

"Hey," he protested, his face quickly coloring. "What're you doing?" He jerked away from the feather light touch caressing the little strip of moist skin she found.

"Something I want to," she replied calmly. "You can stop me if it's too much, you know." That one simple statement triggered the big man's stubborn nature. He frowned, twisting around to stare directly in her face.

"I can take anything you give," he huffed. "Stupid ca-" Zoro suddenly swallowed loudly, his irritation giving way to shock. His eye twitched as she rubbed harder, the back of her hand smooth and pressing against his balls. His inner thighs spasmed at the trickle of lubricant she had added caused her touches to become more slippery.

"Good," she murmured. Her finger trailed downwards.

"Cat," he ground out warningly. "I'm not - I don't..."

"I know, love," she said sweetly. "But, I'll confess a little something to you right now." She took her other hand and slid it under the big man's nude ass, squeezing only a little.

"Shit!"

"I read all about this, and it turned me on." She bent and kissed his thigh. "I mean, look at you now. You're all spread wide open and as vulnerable as you'll ever get." Her finger tickled even lower, rubbing the fluid on the tightly puckered hole it found.

"I'm not..."

"I know. But I'm not another man, am I?" Elly gave him a very direct look. "Besides, this is supposed to feel good. How will you know if you don't try it?" More fluid trickled, tickling him and causing him to gasp. She added it generously but the tip of her finger still met with firm resistance. The tightness and feeling of entering him made her flush and start to pant. This was exciting! He lay underneath her, muscles rippling and pulsing under his tanned and sweaty skin. Zoro's eyes were squeezed tightly shut and his mouth was partly open. He was, in fact, baring his teeth. The little pants that were escaping him and his rapidly stiffening member were proof that she wasn't hurting him, however. Far from it.

She fondly watched as he warred with himself. It must be pleasure, but he'd convinced himself that anything involving his ass would be homosexual and of course he was completely straight. She knew what was in his mind; he was proud of who he was and he knew who he was. The little challenge she'd made earlier had been the only way to get him to try this. If she was careful he might even enjoy it more than he thought possible. Elly took a deep breath. She barely moved, creeping inside the big man's virgin entrance until she had enough length to carefully thrust in and out, just once.

Zoro squeaked.

A tiny dry sound was forced out of his throat as his head shot up off the pillows. His eyes were huge with disbelief. God, the feeling of his woman doing this to him! Was this what she felt when he entered her? He choked but regained control quickly. His eyes immediately narrowed in disbelief at himself. What the hell had that noise been? How had it escaped him? He threw his shoulders back and settled down again, struggling to calm himself. But she wasn't making it easy. Zoro's breath blew out of him in another gasp when she curled her finger. This time she pressed further in and she brushed against his prostate.

He swore.

Loudly.

Elly's head snapped up in surprise when she felt his frantic movement. One of those big hands had wrapped eagerly around his now thoroughly erect penis and was stroking. She stared at him, mesmerized. His hand gripped tightly, squeezing the blood-engorged flesh and pulling it. His thumb came up and rubbed the plump head at one point, smearing a tiny bit of milky-white fluid down the length of his shaft. She stared until he grunted and spoke sharply to her.

"Aren't you supposed to be fucking me?" His choice of words were deliberately crude, his voice hoarse and savage. The words, spoken like they were and coming from him hit her like a blow. She reeled back.

"Zoro!"

"Damn it, cat," he snarled. "You wanted this. Help me finish!" Wide-eyed, she added another finger and he bucked towards her, actually helping the penetration. Elly blinked. This wild response was unbelievable. She shook herself and tried to concentrate, but his grunting and straining was really very distracting. If she closed her eyes it was even worse. All that she could hear was Zoro's growls and rough breathing. The sound of her fingers inside him was fluid and actually a bit humorous.

"How close are you?" She winced. He'd never...

"Harder, faster," he panted, staring down at her with those burning eyes. "You won't hurt me."

"I'll break my fingers off!" She protested, but managed to move more firmly inside him. His response was a guttural moan.

"Here. Give me your mouth. I need it."

"Zoro?" God, this was insane! He was holding himself straight up, beckoning with his right hand. His dark manhood was slick and drooling at the tip.

"Want your kiss here," he ground out. He paused, a smirk playing across his lips. "Holding back until you do."

"Damn your stamina." But she stopped. Zoro had bowed his head on his chest, wheezing. A few green strands of his hair fell as she watched, confused. He choked and jerked forwards once.

"Hurry," he hissed. Elly smiled delightfully. Oh, clever Zoro, she thought. He'd been bluffing. The big man was shaking all over, muscles strained and sweat glistening on his body. What was now dripping down his rigid shaft was a small fount of ejaculation. He'd already half come. She almost purred as she pushed herself up his body, fingers still moving below. She lapped once, licking the head clean and then softly kissing it.

The swordsman's body literally twisted in pleasure. She jerked quickly away as he writhed upwards, causing the tiny bed to creak alarmingly. Zoro's eyes were squeezed tightly shut in a fierce frown of pleasure. His mouth was open with a small fleck of saliva sparkling on his lower lip and his furtive shouting was loud. She watched him lovingly as he struggled with the orgasm climbing through him.

"Damn," he gasped. "So hard!" He arched backwards one more time and she felt his tightly puckered entrance squeeze against her fingers. Startled, she watched as a thick stream of pearly white erupted from his sex. It shot up with such force it hit the wall behind them. He gasped and did it again, lighter this time, splashing his own chest and crying out weakly. "Cat..."

His voice was trailing off.

"Yes, love?" She had removed her hand and was wiping it on a small washcloth they hid under the bed. It would do for the time being. She really wanted to wash it, though. It was all love and romance to do such a thing but after all, it was someone's ass.

"Come here." And then he moved. Elly yelped, purple hair flying. His arms had grabbed her around the middle and he pulled her directly up into his face. Her belly landed right on his chest with a squishing sound.

"Awww, right in the..." She stopped, faltering. Those dark eyes were hooded and his voice was chillingly soft.

"You think you were so clever there, didn't you?" He purred. She almost couldn't hear him. His lips scarcely moved and all she could see were those glittering powerful eyes. They held her in thrall as he squeezed her tightly.

"What? Zor-"

"Tomorrow."

"Eh?" She was breathing in little ragged puffs. His eyes!

"I'm going to make you scream so hard your throat will hurt." He caressed her rear, slipping low to slide a hand over her needy sex.

"Oh." It was all she could say. Her throat was working already, and she reached up and touched it with a trembling hand.

"Tomorrow," he repeated with an evil grin. He pulled her over by his side, curled up by his slightly sticky chest and promptly went to sleep.

"Zoro!"

"Gzzznnnt..."

Goggle Boy

jan 10 07

"Hey, goggle boy," Zoro tossed off causally, calling out to the man beside him.

"That's it!" Elly snapped, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "No more making fun of him... you're marching right up there and putting that Skypiea outfit on." She paused for effect. "The whole thing."

"Not the goggles." He tried to look properly chastised but a faint smile marred the result.

"Yes, those too." She held out her arms to him.

"Did they have many rooms for rent up there?" The swordsman turned to the fighter, who was now resting back against Bulma and smoking. Zoro's brow wrinkled. <i>Just like that damned cook</i>, he thought. At least he was used to the smell now - a good thing because it took a long time to get the scent out of a full body's length of fur.

"They're a little small, but they're cozy," the blue-haired woman replied. Then she bit her lip and blushed a little. "Um."

"Perfect for..." Hwoarang began, but was cut off as Bulma punched him lightly in the side.

"Oof."

"Shut up," she hissed, turning a darker shade of red. Then she smiled at her friend. "The one in the far right corner is ours though."

"Hnnnf," Zoro grunted as he lifted the furry demon cat in his arms. He appeared to be thinking this over. Elly snuggled happily against his warm chest and grinned toothily back at Bulma. One of her eyes closed in a slow wink. Finally Zoro turned and started up the stairs.

"Neighbors," he waved jokingly to the couple they were leaving behind.

"Their loss, actually," she murmured as he carried her up the dark wooden steps. "You're loud sometimes."

"And you're not? Stupid cat." He walked down the rows of doors to the second to last one and stopped, fumbling for the key he'd had all along.

"Idiot swordsman." She nipped his neck lightly. Zoro shuddered - not noticeably, of course, but she could feel his tense muscles jerk at the touch. He set her down on the cozy little bed and walked into the bathroom where their clothes trunk was.

"You want to bother with this?" His rumbling voice sounded amused when he strolled out a moment or so later. He was holding the sleeveless blue shirt in one hand, goggles in another. He was bare-chested and the green haramaki he always wore was pushed down a ways as if he'd rushed things. Now he raised an eyebrow at the woman pondering him on the bed. Elly stretched languidly, curling her tail around her. Zoro's eyes narrowed speculatively.

"What?"

"Lose the cat form." He walked over and stroked her back once, his gentle touch belying the bland expression on his face. He did manage a grin when she shook herself and changed to cat woman, however. She retained the tail, ears and fangs but lost a great deal of fur.

"Better?" she asked archly.

"Yeah," he grunted and slipped the shirt on. He then chuckled and slung the goggles around his neck to rest on his upper chest. She sat up and hugged him tight, laughing happily. The big man blushed at this sudden display and sat down on the bed next to her, curling an arm around her shoulders. Elly sighed and nuzzled her head against his arm, burrowing even more tightly under it.

"You smell like smoke," she whispered.

"Always smell like that," Zoro supplied helpfully. "Asshole cook smokes."

"Not the same, really." She sat up and crawled in his lap, toying with the protective eyewear. "I think Hwoarang's cigarettes are a different brand." He blinked lazily, watching her play with the goggles for a short while.

"Really like them that much?" He asked finally. She ducked her head shyly.

"They're different," she said as if that explained everything. "You look very sexy in that outfit." Zoro choked on that and she whispered under her breath.

"What was that, cat?" A finger rubbed under her chin and then forced it up so he could stare into her eyes.

"I said," she coughed lightly, "besides everything else." She had the pleasure of seeing his confusion double at that, his blush darkening as his eyes widened. Elly loved startling her beloved. His face always got so shocked at what seemed to her the simplest of things.

"Um..."

"Why so surprised?" she leaned forward and purred into his ear - the one with the earrings. That one was sensitive and she knew it. They jingled musically and she flicked her tongue out to toy with them playfully. Zoro's breath caught and he shrugged.

"Not," he said shortly. Then his hand slipped under her rear and he caressed delicately. "You wouldn't be here if you thought I was ugly, would you?" Elly laughed out loud, throwing her head back. It was a warm, rich laugh that caused Zoro to join in after a moment. There was so much fun and wonder in these first few days after he had openly admitted his love. She laughed, but in a moment her breath caught as his hand started to slide her shorts and underwear off.

"What about some foreplay, love?" A small chuckle escaped her at his innocent face. He then did something that forced her to revise his lovemaking skills. They'd both been virgins when they had started experimenting and at first it seemed the big man was too embarrassed to cope with the finer, subtle aspects of romancing. She'd misjudged him. He had studied her in even more ways than he studied his opponent before a fight. Zoro grinned at her, throwing the jeans and panties aside with no apparent interest. He reached over and untied the bandanna from his left arm.

"All right." He quickly flipped it up and over his head, tying it in place over his hair. This left the glint of his eyes visible under the improvised snood and had always excited her. Zoro's eyes always snapped with energy when he fought, not with bloodlust but for the chance to prove himself again and again. The dark green eyes were smoldering now - and directed at her with all the force of a blow. She blinked and her arms tightened around his neck.

"What are you going to..."

"Do?" he husked, settling her more comfortably in his lap and taking the goggles off. "You'll see... don't think I need these now." Elly silently agreed, a finger or two gently tracing the cords in his neck. He nodded and threw them in the same corner with the lower half of her clothing.

"Hmm," she purred when his hands slowly caressed her back, "That feels good." Zoro grinned ferally and gently bit her neck.

"I know, cat." He paused. "I need something..." He picked her up, carefully bundling her in his strong arms and placing her on the little bed. Then he hunted around in the little bag he'd brought.

"What're you looking for?"

"Ha." He drew out a small bottle of caramel-colored oil. Elly blinked.

"Sanji'll kill you if you took his cooking..."

"Not that kind," Zoro rolled his eyes dramatically. He rolled a little from the bottle onto his palms and briskly rubbed them together. "Comfortable on your front?"

"Want me to roll over, huh?" She raised an eyebrow and complied when he nodded. Zoro sighed gustily and crept above her on the bed. He straddled her as easily as he could to avoid the bed rocking too much and gently pressed down on his partner's shoulders, on either side of the spine. Elly purred faintly when she felt his slick, warm hands on her skin. With a flat hand, fingers together, he moved his hands in parallel lines up either side of her spine, then out and across her shoulders, slowly caressing. He swiped his hands across her upper body until he felt her muscles all relax and then pulled away to consider his options.

Zoro had been taught how to massage. Sometimes muscles cramped up and you had to work the spasms out; sometimes you wanted to inflict pain in an opponent. It had all been part of his training and he had been a very diligent student.

"Breathe in deep." He repressed a wild thrill when he saw how quickly she complied. His hands gently massaged her neck, making small circles as he went, trailing up to her ears. When he reached her earlobes her gently rubbed the lower halves, smiling when he heard her murmur softly into the pillows. It had been a good choice; her neck was wonderfully sensitive. Since she was part beast she always had a high erogenous zone in that spot. He'd first been amazed but as he grew accustomed to it he found it was marvelously helpful. Now he bent forward and lightly kissed the hollow just below her ear, trailing his tongue along the strip of skin he'd chosen to tease. Elly dug her hands into the sheets and he growled softly, vibrating his lips against her sensitive skin.

"Mmm..." He bared his teeth and rubbed them against the skin as his hands gently kneaded her upper back. Now he could not only hear her desire but feel it: her body rose and fell as he teased, then massaged. Never too much teasing, he didn't want her to tense too much and get hurt. Just enough for her to pant and moan, to sigh his name into the soft pillows. He kissed her throat softly and muttered in her ear.

"Keep breathing deeply." Zoro couldn't resist an ear-nibble to go along with the command and she shivered appreciation. "Gonna strip." He heard her giggle faintly as he backed off the bed and had an idea. Untying the bandanna from his head he reached over and grasped one of her wrists lightly. "Can you sit up a little?"

"Course I can." She did and he found all the blood he had in his body rushing into his cheeks and groin. His face burned and his lower half felt just as much on fire. He swallowed and touched her cheek as she watched him, still laying on her belly but propped up on her elbows. He couldn't speak, he simply held out the bandanna and stroked her forehead with a finger. She immediately knew what he wanted to do and her heart began to race. "B -blindfold?"

Oh, how he blushed! But those dark eyes smoldered hotter still. Zoro stuck his lip out in that pout she found too adorable for words. He slowly nodded and wrapped the cloth around her forehead, tugging down on it to cover her eyes.

"That okay?" He leaned forward again. "Not uncomfortable?"

"It's fine," she smiled. Then she gasped as her next sentence was cut off before she even had a chance. Zoro moved swiftly, his hands holding the sides of her face and his mouth greedily covering hers. She hadn't realized how much this might excite him as it did her. The prospect of making love without knowing what the big man was planning to do half-stifled her with sudden lust. He was so quiet! He could sneak up on her without even really trying. If she was paying attention she could smell and hear where he was if she were in one of her anthro forms. When she was human she felt a little blind anyways. And with that strip of cloth covering her vision she felt completely helpless. He withdrew after a few wild moments and Elly heard faint thumps and grunting as he shed the rest of his clothing. Two loud bangs proclaimed he had, as usual, thrown his heavy boots aside - probably into a wall or piece of furniture. The muttered curse she heard afterwards made her think it had been the latter. She laid back down and rested her head sideways on the pillows, so as not to disturb the blindfold. It smelled like him. She sighed.

The bed creaked as he climbed back on.

"Hey," he called softly. "Kitten..."

Her breath caught in her throat. He called her that name but rarely; and only when he was really in the mood for an extremely prolonged bout of loving. She felt fingers graze her back and then warm skin rested against her body. A hard length of manhood rubbed hotly between her thighs but it didn't feel like it was on purpose. His body was simply excited.

"Zoro?"

"Hmm." Zoro's hands brushed the base of her neck and she shivered. "What?" Warm breath on her ear. He licked lingeringly along the lobe and she couldn't remember what she was going to say. His low chuckle brought her back to her senses.

"Can I have a kiss?"

"Where?" She could hardly believe the subtle lilt of his voice. Had he just asked her that?

"Zoro!" The chuckle grew into a full laugh. Calloused, strong hands slipped along her back to her rear, and then lower as he stroked her thighs. Fingertips grazed gently along, almost where she wanted them to be but not close enough. Her moans were orchestrated by his touch and he played with her body for some time, amazed at the fact that he could make her want him so badly. The big man finally slid down on the bed until he was almost falling off it. He bent at the waist and started kissing her back, hot swirls of tongue and soft brushes of lips that swept down like a wave until he reached the cleft of her bottom. He turned his head and kissed one cheek and she laughed faintly; he did the same to the other and she sighed.

Now he was nervous.

He'd never done anything like what he wanted to before but knew he wanted to try. Brushing aside his reservations, he kissed lower and nuzzled her thighs with his tongue. Elly writhed on the bed below him, facedown of course, so her movements were limited. His access to what he wanted was limited as well but he thought it would do for a start. Zoro squirmed further down and kissed between her thighs, wondering at the odd folds and flaps of skin so different from his body's sex. Boldened by the feverish cry she gave at his faintest touch he lightly stroked the lower folds with a finger as his tongue lapped. He barely touched anything with his mouth but his finger gently slipped inside. He withdrew and watched her face as he slowly worked it in and out.

"Oh sweetheart, bite my neck..."

He suddenly couldn't breathe.

"Ah, what?" He choked on the few words that pushed past his restricted throat. Breathing roughly, he reached out and untied the blindfold. It had almost fallen off anyway. Her deep purple eyes stared hotly into his and he shuddered at the implications within them.

"Kitten, what's gotten into you?"

"Zoro, I'm sorry," she panted, "But when you were doing that behind me, I..." She paused, whined, and arched her back, unable to continue. Her lover frowned. Zoro didn't usually have giant leaps of intellectual thought, but he struggled with this for a few moments, his hand gently stroking her back to calm her.

He called her stupid cat, or kitten when they were intimate. It's what she had been when he first met her. And how did cats make love? He really didn't know but he knew the basic position: the one he'd been in. Elly seemed nervous and maybe even uncomfortable for the first time since they'd made love. He pulled her up off the bed and into his arms immediately, holding her close.

"Shh, kitten," he whispered. "Shh."

"I shocked you, I'm sorry."

"Bah. What's wrong with that?" He rocked her a little, then kissed her neck. He did it again and then growled against it. A loud mew made him rush onwards, trying to explain. "We always did this when you were human. Should love you every way."

"What..." She began, but he shook his head then said again, more firmly.

"Do love you every way." He laid her back down on the bed in her original position and hugged his body close to hers. "Change."

"No it's okay, I..."

"Change." His voice was the rumble of an approaching storm, stern, commanding. He snarled against her side, roughly, with love and greedy lust.

"But..." Elly was panting so quickly she could barely get enough air but she couldn't stop. She had been sure this was a bad idea but couldn't think of why now.

"<i>Change</i>, cat!" Zoro was rubbing against her soft behind, losing what little control he had. He wanted to take her the way she wanted, now. It wasn't just that it seemed important but now that the idea had been planted in his mind he wanted fur caressing his skin as he thrust, a tail tickling his chest as they made love. It inflamed him; it was so different, it was a challenge! He never backed away from anything different. She was wavering in her resolve when he bared his teeth again and bit her neck fairly hard.

Purple striped fur flashed quickly under his fingers and lightly sweating body. He gasped at the erotic thrill; it was like he'd been deftly tickled in places he didn't know felt that good. He soon had a tail waving in his face, long and split at the tip. Zoro absently threw it back over his shoulder and hoisted himself up. He didn't bother to ask if she was ready since her entire body spoke it louder than words. He took a shuddering breath and set himself, pushing in as slow as he could. He'd closed his eyes so he didn't see her face turning around as much as it could to try and watch him. When he opened them again he noticed her ears were flicking back.

"All right?"

"Was going to ask the same thing..."

"M'fine," Zoro grunted, thrusting evenly. He grinned through the pleasure. Another little game they sometimes enjoyed. He was good at hiding his emotions and could hold a normal conversation unless thoroughly provoked.

"So am I," she panted, digging sharp claws into the mattress. The big man chuckled and reached down to stroke her tail. He cheated outrageously when it came to these games. Elly's fur actually raised along her back as she hissed.

"Why, you little..!"

"Not little," Zoro's voice was getting rougher.

"Ha!" She choked and moaned softly.

"Ergh..." He was straining. She heard him, knew that little catch in his voice. So she purred his name softly, seductively, gasping at the end. Zoro clutched her hips and moved faster, a properly-aimed thrust causing her pleasure to peak suddenly. When she cried his name this time it was during orgasm and he completely lost control. Shuddering, he fell forwards onto her body. His full-throated exclamation of release was loud enough to cause her amusement.

"Damn, they had to hear that downstairs," she whispered.

"Good," he panted. He removed himself from her body with a small pang and quickly handed her a tissue from the side table to clean up. "Makes us even."